But I never believe in eavesdropping gossip." "He was heard to say to Mr.Smith," Crickledon pursued, and she lowered her voice, "he was heard to say, it was when they were quarreling over that chiwal, and they went at one another pretty hard before Mr.Smith beat him and he sold Mr.Smith that meadow; he was heard to say, there was worse than transportation for Mr.Smith if he but lifted his finger.
They Tinmans have awful tempers.

His old mother died malignant, though she was a saving woman, and never owed a penny to a Christian a hour longer than it took to pay the money.

And old Tinman's just such another." "Transportation!" Herbert ejaculated, "that's sheer nonsense, Crickledon.

I'm sure your husband would tell you so." "It was my husband brought me the words," Mrs.Crickledon rejoined with some triumph.

"He did tell me, I own, to keep it shut: but my speaking to you, a friend of Mr.Smith's, won't do no harm.